Cat Help
I love how cats have this “Cat Dignity” thing. Sassy will jump, or try to jump up on a shelf or something, fall (fail miserably) and walk away as if nothing had happened.
I love how cats have this “Cat Dignity” thing. Sassy will jump, or try to jump up on a shelf or something, fall (fail miserably) and walk away as if nothing had happened.
The cat equivalent is: “I meant to do that.”
I like how Ryan already devellop what I call the “mom’s 6th-sense”: Knowing that and how the fur kid is in or planning trouble.
When our cat, Eliot, was about two, he got it into his fool head to race to the Christmas tree and climb up it as fast as he could. Up he went and down it went. He jumped clear and sat by the wreckage of our tree lying on the living room floor. You just KNEW his heart was pounding from the terrifying mistake, but he just sat there, licking his paw, and looking around as if to say, “It’s cool. Everything went exactly as I planned it.”
And then when you try and help, they get all uppity and start yowling. Best to just leave them alone.
Yah… Joe… meant to do that… I meant to get twirled up in this cord. Yah.
Kineko… (Hello!) If your name is Twinkie… Trouble is gonna happen! Kitty cat sense… makes no sense.
Pete… wow… sad Christmas story… Happy cat story. He took down your tree! With style, non?
Jack… it sounds like you have lots of experience with this subject.
Oh wow, is this comic funny. Twinkie may be in a bit of a bind if Ryan again comes across him still tied up in a couple hours. Just as Jack said, Twink may have to attack once freed just to take back his dignity. You know, keep his top spot in the food chain, alpha cat and all. Still, cats are amazing at extricating themselves from jams when noone’s looking. Yup, a cat may look stuck up in a tree, but as the saying goes, have you ever seen a cat skeleton in a tree? Nope.
A friend had a cat named ‘Jonesy’ (yes, named after THAT Jonesy) who was, well… special.
One time she tried jumping onto a book that was half on and half off the table. The book fell off the table, along with Jonesy, she upon her back, the book lying across her tummy.
She lay there a few seconds, then started purring….
Sweet cat, and possibly the least hypocritical cat that I have ever met – if you interpreted her purrs to mean ‘feed me’ you were more likely to find her ignoring the food rather than waste a good purr.